Chosen One (Forever Evermore #6)(83)
“Why do you say technically?” Elder Farrar asked, sitting on the floor, his back to my bed, head tipped up to view me.
I sighed heavily. “Because technically, we can. But,” I pointed at my Core, then my forehead, “we’re spirit Elementals. We keep the balance between not only Mysticals, but also Commoners. The fifth Element. Inside, we are pure. None of us want to have children with Commoners because of the consequences. And I mean, we do not,” I thumped my chest, “want to have children with them. It’s in us. A part of us.” I shook my head. “But, if a spirit goes insane, which can happen when fighting the battle against the dark, the evil, then that part of us, that drive not to have a child with a Commoner, could diminish because,” I shrugged a shoulder, “because we would be insane, forgetting who we are, uncaring of the consequences.”
Elder Merrick sat on my bed, propping his back against the white tiki headboard, prompting, “The consequences are?”
Simple. And the most terrifying part of us. I eyed everyone warily. “Really…we don’t want to have children with Commoners.”
“I know you’re not lying.” Elder Merrick rolled a finger, voice gravelly, appearing damn comfortable on my bed. “Answer the question.”
“Annihilation.” My words were soft. “All Mysticals would instantly, and magically, die with the birth of one male and one female, produced directly from a spirit and a Commoner. As I said, we are the balance. Although we have Commoner tendencies, some of their weaknesses that make us compatible, we are Mystical. We were gifted with the longer lifespan, given the magic that allows us to keep Mysticals and Commoners safe, but breed with a Commoner, and we…” I picked at my sandwich, “we create an entire new species, a new race, with altered DNA from the Commoner, but with a spirits—a Mysticals—genes dominating the Commoners, making the new species Mystical, so therefore, the balance is ruined, and the only way to offset it, is to take another away.”
King Collins’ voice was choked. “Elder Merrick?”
One guttural word. “Truth.”
The silence was deafening.
I cleared my throat. “Now ask me why you shouldn’t bring an atomic bomb here and annihilate every spirit.”
King Samson’s tone was deadly from where he sat on a windowsill. “Why?”
“As I’ve said, we are the balance. We are the light, the pure. We are needed to fight the dark, the evil, of the world, by Shadow or by Barren, which is the area Leric and I went into the other day, a space between the living to the dead, a holding area for the evil beings of the world that long to be released to their bodies to live again, which we end before they can. If you kill us, then what do you think happens to the world? Not only the Commoners will be killed, but so will the Mysticals, or even, the species created by Com/Mys conception, eventually the dark infecting all until you kill each other off, complete apocalypse. We are a necessary evil. We are the balance, the light and pure.” I flicked my eyes to Elder Merrick’s stony, blank expression.
Guttural. “Truth.”
Elder Samson continued his line of questioning, his thoughts obvious. “How often are spirits actually outside the Temple to fight the Shadows?” And, apparently, he must have read the file before coming here.
My brows lifted. “Killing every spirit off, except for Leric and I is not an option. Spirits are outside the Temple way more than you realize. Guardians are there all the time, fighting the Shadows.” I shrugged a shoulder. “You just don’t remember.” I blinked, holding a finger up. “Also, any spirit who chooses to be a Guardian is sterilized magically—no children, just in case they lose it during battle.”
“Truth,” Elder Merrick murmured. “The woman you interacted with at the meeting. She mentioned her worries that the One wouldn’t be able to find you if you became pregnant from a Commoner, as if, he should be able to…”
I nodded once, pleased he had caught that. “Yes. I will also eventually have this power, but the One can feel when a child has been conceived between a Com and Mys, when conception occurs inside the womb.” My lips thinned, this part I didn’t care for. “He, and I—when I’m powerful enough—are sent to take care of the issue before birth.”
My nostrils flared when everyone became mute, understanding what I was saying. “It’s not a part of the job I relish, but I will do it. We are not Gods. Those on the planet, are meant to be. Any new species of higher living, should not be derived from evil, and that would be the case to kill so many innocents.”
King Zeller flopped heavily on the other side of my bed, his gaze carefully neutral. “Would he be able to know if you were pregnant from a Com with the protection surrounding you?”
I went for the brutal truth. “Honestly, I don’t believe so. My body would be the shell, anything inside protected.” I eyed each of them. “But I would terminate a pregnancy such as that in a heartbeat. I’m not insane.” I pointed to my chest. “I am still a spirit Elemental, the pure driving me. I am strong. Honestly, stronger than I ever knew, handling the Barren as I did, because as I explained in the meeting, when Leric and I end them, their evil, twisted memories flash through our minds. It’s only a job for the strongest willed and minded, a job until we die. I won’t go insane.”